The Truant Fancy Was A Wanderer Ever.

Brandy And Water Spoils Two Good Things.

The Most Mortifying Infirmity In Human Nature, To Feel In Ourselves, Or To Contemplate In Another, Is Perhaps Cowardice.

There Are Like To Be Short Graces Where The Devil Plays Host.

Who Has Not Felt How Sadly Sweet The Dream Of Home, The Dream Of Home, Steals O'er The Heart, Too Soon To Fleet, When Far O'er Sea Or Land We Roam?

When I Am Not Walking, I Am Reading. I Cannot Sit And Think.